Incarnate

In the air the tension lingers

Evident in pointing fingers

From the rad the steam it rises

In this tomb of no surprises

Never knowing what they mean

Not quite in tune with their schemes

Suspect me of an empty shell?

But I guess it's just as well

Want to become you

Sweet perfection, enchanted youth, I'll lose

The weight of all my worries, I'll be the truth, I'll seek

The source, so plant the seed and let it run its course

(Of course)

Paranoia's just like ants

And conversation makes them dance

Around our like hungry friends

So watch your step and just pretend

All that glitters is really gold

And we love all that we are sold

And if there's any pain inside

Paint on a smile, man, and let it slide

Want to become you

Sweet perfection, enchanted youth, I'll lose

The weight of all my worries, I'll be the truth, I'll seek

The source, so plant the seed and let it run its course

Let it run its course

And through the whispers

And across the haze

Just like a mouse

Searching wild in a maze

I see you

From across the room

Yeah, I see you

Early morning light it grows

Casting down on pure white snow

Quietly we walk back home

Like buffalo, our minds they roam

Minds they roam